“I am very horny. All the time” – Charlie Puth admits on cover of GQ

Information reaching Kossyderrickent has it that Charlie Puth has admitted that he gets horny almost all the time. He also admitted he’s a huge fan of Nicki Minaj. (Read More Here).

Within the first few minutes of sitting down for drinks with Charlie Puth at the Hotel Bel-Air, he has: complimented my cologne, claiming to have worn it for awhile himself; decided my nail polish and sunglasses must mean I’m the “epitome of cool”; and, after noting my Jazmine Sullivan shirt, declared his love for her acclaimed album Reality Show. And it all feels genuine. Today he’s wearing baggy denim jeans, a white tank top, and an unbuttoned mesh green shirt that he describes as exactly how his mom dressed in the ‘90s. “She’s the coolest person ever,” he beams, unbothered by coming off as saccharine. This is all in sync with his online persona, which, sure, involves the usual 2022-pop-star fare of asking fans to stream your song till you reach #1 on Billboard, and a healthy TikTok presence, but also above-average doses of healthy, hilariously-blatant horniness (we all know what he sounds like moaning now). Every interaction with Puth, whether it be online or in person, makes you believe that you two could be best friends. “I’m trying to be the anti-celebrity,” he says earnestly, and gratefully: an open dialogue with his fans is what steered him out of a career skid, in which he almost lost his grip on what Charlie Puth Music should be.

The other natural side-effect of a breakup is you become preoccupied with thinking about when you’ll get laid again, which is perhaps one reason why Puth’s social media presence has become incredibly raunchy: during the pandemic, he became notable for ascending to new levels of public horniness. In between his how-to videos on music chords and notes, his feeds are a flood of dirty jokes, shirtless, blatant thirst traps, videos of himself working out, or just straight-up zooms into his crotch as he wears underwear that leaves little to the imagination. If you don’t know what his body looks like, then you haven’t been on social media the past two years.

“I am very horny,” Puth admits. “All the time.”

Though he’s described the two years post breakup as the worst time of his life, the irony is the album isn’t Puth doing some Adele post-divorce impersonation—it’s an upbeat, synthy, ‘80s pop album. “[Charlie] totally is a breakup album,” he says. “And the major dichotomy, the elephant in the room, is that the music is almost joyful. There’s almost like bits of humor sprinkled in throughout the entire album. They have a bright, lush sense like my stuff usually does.” If Puth’s previous albums are full of sexual bravado, this album is full-hearted and comic. In one song (“Charlie Be Quiet!”) he has Hamlet-esque battles with his inner monologue about how talking too much will turn women off. In another (“Tears on my Piano”), he mocks himself for only having sung sad songs on the album. All of the misery is kept somewhat tongue-in-cheek, over the sounds of exceptionally cheerful Springsteen-esque stadium concert guitar riffs and drums. It’s musical Lexapro.